the pace of my movements. As I did, I could see in her face that not only was she comfortable with what I was doing, but actually enjoying it. It wasn't long before I was steadily pistoning in and out of her while the liquid sounds of our joining filled the room – along with the heady aroma of her increasing arousal and the sounds of her pleasure.
Looking down to where we were coupled, I watched as my penis slid in and out of her: her labia were small and thin enough that they barely moved. Instead, they remained parted, her clitoris exposed at the top of her cleft. Her eyes were closed at first, but she opened them and saw where I was looking. She lifted her head to look, too, and I heard her moan before she whispered 'O, diyos, ito asta pagayon sexy!'; my limited Tagalog was enough to let me know that she liked what she was seeing.
She let her head fall back, looking up at me with a mixture of love and lust plain on her face.
I lowered my body, resting on my elbows to hold myself over her as I continued thrusting into her wet, tight channel. As I did, I could feel the hard nubbins of her erect nipples dragging back and forth across my chest – something that must have felt as good to her as it did to me, since she tried to press herself against me even more to increase the sensation. As I continued to slide in and out of her, she lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind my back to open herself to me even further – making it even easier for me to plunder the depths of her womanhood.
The two of began kissing, while her nipples continued to dance intricate designs on my chest in time with the rhythms of our mating. Compared to the coolness of her skin, the depths of her vagina felt like a small blast furnace around my manhood.
It wasn't much longer before I began to feel faint twinges of her sheath around me; a couple more minutes, and they had grown to distinct, rhythmic clenching, and I knew that she was approaching her first orgasm as a young woman. I continued my rhythm, since it seemed to be working so well for her, and was rewarded as the spasms of her vagina grew stronger and more frequent – until, finally, she threw her head back and cried out softly as she clamped down on me in whatcould only be her release.
I held myself deep inside her, delighting in the sensations she was creating around me as wave after wave of her climax coursed through her young body. She gasped and moaned and tossed her head, making her hair fly as she found the pleasure she'd sought. After she'd gone through several spasms around me, I heard her draw a deep, ragged breath before she opened her eyes – looking up at me, but not seeing me as a few more waves of release overtook her. Only when several seconds went by with out a repeat did she seem to see me; even then it took her another few seconds before she actually seemed to recognizeme. But when she did, she threw her arms around me and pulled me down, hugging me fiercely as she cried her joy into my chest.
When she released me, I raised myself off of her again and listened as she told me 'Oh, thank you, Tito Dan! That was so much better than I thought it would be!'
I smiled at her and answered 'But we're not done yet, Marilyn – unless you want to be' before sliding my still-erect penis out of her a little ways. Her eyes grew wide, and before she could speak I told her 'Remember, I told you that after I have a climax – which you gave me – I could make love longer. So we can make love some more, if that is what you want…'
She got a delighted expression on her face and told me 'I want that!'
In very short order, I was making love to her again, much to her pleasure and delight.
I don't know how much longer we continued to make love with each other. I only know that when I started to get a little tired from the position we started in, she saw the sweat starting to develop on my face, and wanted us to change to a different position that would be easier on me. We settled on 'doggy', and I was able to bring her to two more orgasms before THAT position got to be too much. Next, at her insistence, I lay down on my back and she was the one on top – where she was able to bring both of us to a climax as she eagerly bounced herself up and down on my manhood. When we uncoupled, I got up andwent in to get a washcloth to clean us of our combined juices – and a few traces of blood. When I started to clean the area between her thighs, she tried to protest 'I will be the one to do that!' – but gave in when I firmly told her 'No,
After we'd dried each other off, we went to bed; she insisted that I lay on my back so she could lay on her side next to me, one arm on my chest and one of her legs draped across mine as I held my arm around her. After a number of soft, gentle, loving kisses, we finally fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and found her on her hands and knees over me, slowly dragging her nipples across my chest. I looked up at her, and she gave me a shy grin before saying 'It felt so good last night when this happened, and I wanted to feel it some more.'
I laughed, and told her 'Its okay, Marilyn. I think it's a very nice way to wake up!'
She laughed, too, and said 'It will be time for the children to get up soon, and I have to go and make their breakfast. You stay here, and I will bring you a cup of coffee, first.'
I thanked her, and she smiled before getting off of me and going over to put on the robe she usually wore when getting the kids ready for school. When she was ready to leave, she came over and gave me a kiss before telling me 'Thank you, Tito Dan, for making love with me last night. It felt very good, and makes me love you even more.'
I reached under her robe and gave her ass a soft caress and said 'I am glad that you enjoyed it, dear.'
She grinned, gave my penis a playful squeeze, and left. A couple minutes later, she was back with two cups of hot coffee, telling me 'I didn't see Tita Kelly, so I brought some coffee for her, too. I know that you have to get dressed so you can go to work, now.'
I got up, took the coffee and thanked her, then followed her out into the hallway; she went one way toward the kitchen and I went the other to the bedroom. Inside, I could see that Kelly was still asleep, so I held the coffee in front of her face, knowing that the smell of it would awaken her gently. It was only a few seconds before she opened her eyes and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat up and accepted the coffee from me, took a sip, and asked 'I'm going to trust that everything went well last night?', a smile on her face.
I gently laughed and answered 'Oh, it went just fine. She said she didn't feel any pain, just a little tug inside; and she only bled a little bit. She seems to be willing to try damn near anything, and she's right enthusiastic, she is.'
Kelly smiled, and asked 'Did she enjoy it? Is she okay this morning?'
'I'm going to assume she did – she had about a half-dozen orgasms along the way. I suspect she's a little sore inside this morning, but she's not showing it.'
Kelly raised an eyebrow as she repeated 'A half dozen?'
'Yeah, about that. Might be plus-or-minus one, but that's close. Like I said, she's enthusiastic.'
'I guess!' Kelly said, with a small laugh.
I went on to tell her 'I don't know when, but I think it's a pretty sure bet that she's going to want to have some time with you, too. She didn't come out and say it, but I definitely got the impression she's willing.'
Kelly grinned at me, and said 'I think I could handle that.' – then laughed when I replied 'Somehow, I thought you could.'
After a bit, Kelly got out of bed, and the two of us got dressed – 'helping' each other along the way: I'd check to make sure her bra cups fit properly, and she'd check to make sure my underwear did, and so on. Despite the (literal) grab-ass, we did manage to get dressed and out to the kitchen where we saw that Marilyn had made some breakfast for us, too.
Kelly and I finished our breakfast as the kids were, so we had enough time for another cup of coffee before we had to freshen up before heading for the office. I think Marilyn was more than a little surprised when Kelly gave her the kind of 'goodbye' kiss that
As I'd thought, it was a couple of days before Marilyn was ready to have a go with Kelly. The two of them disappeared into Marilyn's room shortly after the kids went to bed, and I didn't see either of them again until Kelly woke me up in our bedroom the next morning. We had a conversation that was pretty much a mirror of the one we'd had after*I* had been with Marilyn, and soon decided that whoever got Marilyn as a permanent lover was going to be both lucky (at how agreeable she was) and cursed (at how 'enthusiastic').
In the weeks that followed, Marilyn wound up in our bed several times, making love with Kelly and I at the
